Kim Seokjin! The most hated man in her life slid his hands over her belly. "Can't you find at least a drop of love in your heart for me, Tara?" he asked, hungrily following every curve of her naked body, his eyes full of love and lust. "Go to hell!" Tara hissed and pulled her hands tied high above her head. "I want to, my love, but I can't leave you and our child!" he leaned down and lightly touched her slightly protruding belly with his lips.
Tara shivered in disgust and clenched her eyes and teeth. "I don't understand, my love?" his lips moved to her breasts, his thighs settled between hers, and the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of her pussy, rubbing his head into her clit.
"What has my brother that I don't have?" he bit one of her nipples lightly and it bristled against his tongue. "Why?" Jin growled and his cock pierced her. Tara cried and tried to suppress the rising nausea.
"You're my wife, Kim Tara, why can't you give me a little respect?" moaned Seokjin, fucking her gently, careful not to press against her tummy, where his child was growing up. His hands slid over her thighs, and he opened them wide, despite her resistance. Jin buried his face in her shoulder and began to move faster and faster. "I love you my love!" Seokjin moaned breathlessly and emptied deep into her womb.

"What do you want?" Seokjin looked coldly at Namjoon, his younger brother. "If your honeymoon is over, I'll be happy if you go back to business, Hyung!" Kim Namjoon replied no less coldly and sat down on the couch after pouring herself a decent dose of whiskey. "I didn't know I was leaving the business." Seokjin laughed heartily and sat across from him. "I'm glad if so, we have a hunt tonight, if you haven't left, then there's no problem with breaking away from your little wife and coming with us?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked mockingly at his brother. "I will come!" he growled, and Namjoon nodded, setting down his glass and walking to the door.
Seokjin gritted his teeth angrily. The two were once extremely close, or at least as much as a heartless bastard like Namjoon would allow another human being to approach.
Tara was the daughter of an enemy of the Kim family. He and Namjoon attacked her family and killed everyone but Tara. Seokjin had never hidden that he loved her, despite the enmity between the families. After the attack, Seokjin waited several months and then married her. But she hated him so much that every time he let her out of their bedroom, she jumped into Namjoon's bed.
Two years had passed since then. In those two years, Seokjin and Namjoon became something of enemies. Namjoon was not interested in Tara, but his wife had made it clear that she loved him, and no matter how hard Seokjin tried, he couldn't suppress the jealousy raging in his chest. He gritted his teeth, and they gritted furiously at the memory of harassing his unborn child, forcing Tara to do an early paternity test after finding out she was pregnant. The relief he felt when the test showed that the baby was his was endless, but Namjoon's demeanor only fueled the hatred that had developed between the two brothers.
In fact, Seokjin didn't hate his brother, he just couldn't swallow the fact that Tara loved him. He couldn't live to see that when Namjoon touched her, she felt real passion. And to sleep with his wife, he had to tie her up like an animal, and yet it was like fucking a corpse! 
Seokjin sighed and walked to the bedroom, wearily climbing the curved staircase to their home. Opening the door, Tara stared at him with bile and hatred.
"I won't be here tonight." he said and walked to the dressing room. "So I won't have to look at your face! I hope they shoot you!" she hissed, turning her head to the other side. "Take care of our child while I'm gone," he ignored the hateful wish. "Untie me and I'll take care of him!" Tara growled, rolling her eyes.
Seokjin shook his head. How could a mother-to-be hate her child? Or maybe the child wasn't the object of her hatred, but the fact that it was his? Did she hate him so much that she was ready to get rid of her own flesh and blood?
Maybe he was a murderer, trading in weapons and drugs, robbing other families, killing everyone who opposed him, but Namjoon was worse, he didn't care who stood in his way, most ruthlessly killing women and children. Still, his wife loved him. Seokjin didn't understand her, he treated her like a porcelain doll, made sure she didn't miss anything, adored her, kept telling her how much he loved her, and yet she had eyes only for this heartless beast his brother!
Tightening a few nuts on his leather pants, making sure the belts wouldn't interfere, he fastened the sheath with his knife to his thigh, then placed the leather straps on his shoulders, stretching the strap on his back so that the two holsters to lie on either side of his ribs.
He opened a drawer to his right and pulled out two wolf-encrusted guns on white ivory handles. Gently stroke the toothpick of the wolf on the handle. Once, this symbol meant something to him, to them, to the Kim brothers, now it just meant that Namjoon had to obey him because he was older.
His brother accused him of turning his back on the family in order to marry an enemy, he understood that, but why didn't he miss a chance to remind him that Tara didn't really belong to him? Why did they both hate him so much? Is that what connects them?
With anguish in his heart, he put his weapons in their holsters and picked up his leather jacket and returned to the bedroom. He approached Tara, who immediately turned her head away from looking at him, and sat down on the bed next to her.
"At least once sent me with a feeling other than hatred, my love?" he placed a hand gently on her belly, stroking it with his thumb. Tara didn't answer or look at him, didn't react to the touch, absolutely nothing. It hurt, it really hurt. He couldn't breathe without her, and yet he choked on the hatred in her eyes.
Seokjin leaned forward, untied her arms, and walked to the door with eyes fixed on the ground.
With his hand on the lock, he stopped without turning.
"Don't leave the bedroom and pray that when I return my child is alive and well, otherwise Namjoon will pay for your actions!" he threatened equally and left, leaving the love of his life alone, as she had always wanted him to do.
Hobi and Jungkook, his two most trusted men, were already waiting for him at the front door.
"Let's go, we'll meet my brother and the others there!" he ordered coldly, and they both nodded, following him.

"Did you get there, Namjoon, did you fall so low that you tried to kill me?" Seokjin shouted, dropping his holsters on the couch. "You're exaggerating, Hyung, there was a man behind you, I was aiming for him, not you." Namjoon sat on the couch where he had sat earlier in the evening and looked indifferently at his brother.
"What are you calling this? Is it a mistake?" Seokjin shouted, tearing the sleeve of his shirt after taking off his jacket. Namjoon traced his brother's finger, pointing a bullet wound low to his armpit.
"A little further to the left and you would have hit my heart!" Seokjin kept shouting as Namjoon just shrugged. "My hand slipped, sorry, are you happy?" he asked, and Seokjin choked with rage. "If you want to kill me, just say it, here!" Seokjin leaned over and pulled out one of his guns, removed the fuse, pulled out his tongue, and handed it to Namjoon, who looked at him, rolling his eyes. "Come on, take it, it's an order, Kim Namjoon!" Seokjin growled, and Namjoon took up arms. "The whore has clouded your mind, hyung. I never wanted to kill you, I don't want to now." Namjoon removed the tab and guard, setting the weapon aside. "Don't call my wife a whore, you bastard!" Seokjin growled, and Namjoon shrugged as he stood up.
"She's just that, Seokjin! I've fucked her dozens of times and the bitch was always screaming with pleasure, as if my cock was sending her to the heights!" Namjoon grinned, and Seokjin stared without blinking.
"Leave my house before I decide to kill you, Namjoon!" After a few minutes of numbness, Seokjin growled, and Namjoon simply left.
Furious, with hurt pride, Seokjin headed for the bedroom.
Tara looked at him indifferently as he slammed in and stood up. His eyes stared at hers, and she shivered slightly.
"Tell me you love me, Kim Tara!" he ordered, and slowly began to approach her. Tara got up from the couch and began to back away, instinctively placing a hand on her stomach. "Go away, Seokjin." she said evenly, looking him deep in the eye as her back hit the wall. "Say it, my love, at least once!" he paused just a step away, glancing at her hand, which was like a shield on her belly, and he wondered for a moment if she actually realized she was trying to protect the baby from his own father.
His eyes returned to hers. She swallowed, and a spark of fear flashed in her dark orbits as she watched him, breathing heavily, covered in blood, his face contorted with anger and jealousy. "Say it!" Seokjin shouted, slamming his fist into the sides of her head. She shuddered and shrank, slumping to the ground, sobbing in horror.
"Never!" Tara whispered, avoiding his piercing eyes. "You will say it!" Seokjin growled and grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her off the floor. "You want my brother, right, you want him to fuck you, right?" he began to ask coldly, dragging her to the bed. "Let me go, Seokjin!" Tara cried and tried to pull away, but his fingers gripped the crease between her shoulder and neck painfully, and she screamed in pain and shrank.
"You're mine, Kim Tara, it's time to accept it!" his hand marked her cheek, her head bounced, and she pressed, blinking with a tear-soaked look. Her heart stopped as he unbuttoned and took off his pants, roughly parted her thighs and tore her underwear.
"I will never let anyone else touch you again, if I have to, I will kill my own brother!" he pulled her and in excruciating pain he snatched a terrible scream from her chest as he mercilessly penetrated the dry depths of her pussy.
Tara tried to push him away, tossing and writhing. "Never again!" Jin moaned, tearing her apart. "Do you understand me, Kim Tara! I will kill him, every time you reject me, every time you show disobedience, every time you whisper his name in your dream and reject my caresses, Namjoon will take another step towards his death!" Tara froze, her trembling stopped, with one last thrust, Seokjin finished and backed away, running his fingers through his hair, staring at his wife's lifeless body.
"Just love me, my love, is it that hard?" his cold voice did not reach her. Seokjin sighed and carefully moved her to her side of the bed. Hell, he didn't mean to fuck her so hard that she lost consciousness! He carefully checked to see if he had harmed the baby and left her on his way to the bathroom.